“Voices started to shout, ‘Preach it!’ ‘Testify!’ ‘You’re home now!’”
My double visage suits my double tongue—
The Motorcyclist is a novel of Halifax in the Jim Crow era and shows the clearest of colour lines as itmaps the city and its late 1950s landmarks. Yet, the issues Carl and the women he loves and hurts remain as current as asphalt.
“That summer — 1975 — I started to write songs. I wrote four songs a day and I did that for two or three years.”
Henceforth, no one in Canada may pretend that white settler poetry is somehow “neutral” or unmarked, or that our colonial history may be simply resumed in a tale of two founding nations.
Best Gift Books – Our Staff Picks: We’re having trouble resisting a good old-fashioned book-buying spree. But this time with loved ones in mind.
“If you want to help me, don’t come into my community to do things for me or give me advice. Go to the person who’s got his foot on my neck, talk to him, fight with him, because that’s where you’ve got to be.”